Chapter 134

The Black Sun instantly vanished, offering not a shred of resistance.

And Duan Hun was sent flying back directly, crazily snapping dozens of ancient trees before finally... embedding himself into the mountain wall.

"So weak?"

Meng Zhangqing was startled with a jolt.

At first, he intended to go all out, after all, it was Duan Hun's request, but thinking it over, he decided against it.

If he had used his full strength, this person would have certainly died.

Thinking thus, he changed his sword technique.

He did not use Ice Severing Nine Provinces, but rather, from the Sword Scripture, the comparatively weaker Moon-Stepping Kill.

He didn't even use a sword; it was merely true qi manifesting.

Yet even so, Duan Hun could not resist at all.

Upon contact, he was sent flying.

"Seems the sword momentum was too fierce, or perhaps this top-tier genius is a bit of a fraud."

Shaking his head slightly, Meng Zhangqing ran toward the mountain wall position; he mustn't have killed him with a single sword strike.

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Inside the mountain wall.

Duan Hun looked miserable, both palms bloody and covered in sword marks.

He had no thought whatsoever of getting out of the mountain wall.

He only wanted to be alone and stay quietly.

He didn't understand.

Truly didn't understand.

Why he couldn't beat anyone he met.

Clearly, his Master had said that barring unexpected events, he would be number one among the inner disciples.

But reality was the exact opposite; unexpected events were everywhere.

He couldn't beat Mad Blade.

He couldn't beat the Shi brothers either.

After finally encountering an ordinary disciple who looked completely average, it turned out he possessed sword momentum!

What is wrong with this 990th world?

Is it targeting him?

He clearly just wanted to vent a little; why is it so difficult...

Especially since his current position is inside a mountain wall.

Pfft!

The more Duan Hun thought about it, the harder he found it to accept; he directly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Are you okay?"

A somewhat familiar voice came.

Duan Hun couldn't help but look up, then his pupils shrank slightly, and cold shivers ran through his body.

It was that ordinary disciple.

Only at this very moment, in his eyes, this seemingly harmless ordinary disciple was filled with danger!

"Sorry, I didn't expect you couldn't even last one move."

Meng Zhangqing spoke with sincere apology, very seriously.

"You!"

Duan Hun suddenly realized.

Yes.

He seemed to not even last one move; remember, even when facing that terrifying fellow Shi Yao, he had blocked ten moves!

Everyone else keeps improving; why is it that only he keeps refreshing his lower limit?

Pfft!

In a state of mental grief and indignation, Duan Hun spat blood again and directly fainted.

Too shameful!

"Don't faint, brother; promise to become my friend first."

"As a man, you can't go back on your word."

Meng Zhangqing immediately stepped forward and patted Duan Hun's face.

But this person showed no reaction whatsoever.

Seemed unwilling to wake up again.